tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49532161607467889542018-03-02T16:26:53.010+00:00rosiewishesrosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-75693933120962022472009-01-23T23:12:00.003+00:002009-01-23T23:16:58.784+00:00Gone going gone.I've gone... Gone gone gone! I'm all set up elsewhere! Thank you to everyone who emailed and has followed me. It's nice to know you still want to read my babbling.Whoever you are Anonymous, I'm gutted you're not going to be able to follow me. 5yrs is a long time. Maybe once it's all died down I'll post a link or something. I'm not sure.And to you lovely people in Courche... Thanks to whoever it rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-13430793235128225582009-01-22T21:58:00.003+00:002009-01-22T22:03:41.534+00:00Found out, again.You might be wondering where all my past posts have disappeared to. I deleted them. Because my journal got discovered by someone from the company I work for out here in the Alps. I don't really feel comfortable enough letting these new colleagues read my posts... and I didn't appreciate being mocked for it, either.So I'm moving, to somewhere much more anonymous. I know my postings have been very rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-49550159146439126092009-01-03T23:30:00.003+00:002009-12-31T11:10:54.931+00:00Year Review - Gota love 'em!JanuaryI wanted to start a new year with Bash, but he wouldn't have any of it. I held Sophia for the first time. I got 85% on my dissertation proposal! Steve and I broke up and I started sleeping with Dave.FebruarySteve and I got back together and then argued for most of Valentines night... We took part in 'LOST' around the UK dressed as bumble bees.MarchI went to Belgium with OTC and we broke uprosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-44700240858540204892008-11-26T12:57:00.001+00:002008-11-26T12:59:32.210+00:00Blowing my own trumpet...I just finished my last morning at school. It's left me all emotional! The class teacher I work with told me I'm the best Teaching Assistant she's ever had - I nearly cried. It was completely out of the blue. And the dinner ladies silenced the dining room so the whole school could say goodbye to me!I'm going to miss them all so much.rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-88629079467640232842008-11-25T20:55:00.005+00:002008-11-25T21:19:04.829+00:00Merry ChristmasIt's Chriiiiiiistmas! Therefore my Last.fm recently played list is full of christmas cheesy goodness:table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0eab0fdde6b5b9a5bbc9c0284cc824c4 td {margin:0 !important;padding:0 !important;border:0 !important;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0eab0fdde6b5b9a5bbc9c0284cc824c4 tr.lfmHead a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/header/chart/rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-25938547534377685502008-11-24T20:06:00.003+00:002008-11-25T12:53:17.275+00:00ImplanonThis afternoon I got implanted. I don't mean that, do I? I mean, I had an implant.After reading Ayemiy's blogpost a while ago (gosh, it must be well over a year??) when she got hers, I've been intrigued. I had a poke at hers, and it really is very strange feeling it under the skin, but it seemed to make complete sense. However, with two-ings and fro-ings between Liverpool and Leamington, I never rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-55448194339578213212008-11-23T15:42:00.004+00:002008-11-23T15:56:45.258+00:00Bottes?My head hurts and I can still taste tequila. I really do feel rough. I remember making myself sick at some point last night - that's never a good thing, is it? That's probably why I feel so vile today.Despite my epic hangover, I managed to spend over £60 in Boots. 20 of that was paid for using Boots points - genius, eh? And because I spent such a ridiculous amount, I got £10 worth of points back rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-71633475181040549522008-11-22T13:42:00.003+00:002008-11-22T14:16:59.395+00:00It's Christmas on Tuesday!I'm sure I'll be busying about the place this week and I'm not entirely sure how much time I'll have to update. Then after Friday I'll be in France for a week's training and a week's settling in, so who knows when I'll have the time to sit down and write a blog post.Last night Drew came home to Leamington! I'd love to say he'd come to visit me, but I think it's more likely that it's because it's rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-11433037343180151652008-11-21T14:17:00.003+00:002008-11-21T14:39:16.015+00:00Answers on a postcard (or comment)So now the interview is over, the panicking may commence: Bloody hell I'm leaving the country for 5months on Friday!! Shit, THAT'S A WEEK TODAY!Firstly, packing. I bloody hate packing. I've had to do it so many times throughout the university years that you'd think I'd just get on with it... Well, I hate it. I leave it til the last minute - I once packed the entire contents of my room between 3amrosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-36350596532379855062008-11-20T19:40:00.002+00:002008-11-20T20:21:09.403+00:00London baby, yeah!So I headed down to London yesterday morning, armed with a folder full of news stories relating to education to read on the train. I got into New Cross station an hour earlier than anticipated because thetrainline.com vastly overestimates their journey times. I suppose early is better than late... So I sat in the sunshine, read over their prospectus, and made a nerve-settling phonecall to Becca!rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-91850276608043545292008-11-20T14:07:00.002+00:002008-11-20T14:41:40.871+00:00Clever me.I GOT IN I GOT IN I GOT IN! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!!I have so much to write about... but the main thing is: I'M GOING TO GOLDSMITHS! He told me that I wouldn't know for a few days, but I just checked on the web system and it says they've made me an offer! Woo!So I'll be starting there next September and I really can't wait.However, right now I'm pretty hungover, absolutely exhausted, and on my way rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-43394419427759101052008-11-17T22:06:00.005+00:002008-11-17T22:14:12.113+00:00Twitter TwooI'm far too busy at the moment to properly write here... Hasn't it been a long time since that happened?!I can't think about blogging until I know everything's sorted for my departure to France. And I can't worry about leaving for France until I've got Wednesday's interview over and done with.So I think I'll be Twittering instead. Or maybe I won't. We shall see.rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-43765853133329621162008-11-15T22:31:00.004+00:002008-11-15T22:48:32.830+00:00Wedding BellsMore friends are getting married. Surely I'm too young to be feeling like Bridget Jones?Becca's sister got engaged last night. We've known for months that he was going to propose, but we didn't know when! It's not like we could call her and ask, is it? He popped the question last night. She said yes, of course.I really can't even imagine marriage at the moment. That far into the future is just a rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-87527817880840253852008-11-14T22:46:00.004+00:002008-11-14T23:05:11.500+00:00PudseyI'm not in the mood to write a proper post, but I'm watching Children In Need and feel the need to jot some bits down.There is a Pudsey Bear perfume?? Does it make you smell like a bear? Or maybe a needy child?I absolutely adore Terry Wogan but I can't help thinking it's time he gave up this presenting lark. He doesn't seem to be particularly on top of things this year.I made little yellow Pudseyrosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-24471090061539782772008-11-13T23:27:00.006+00:002008-11-14T08:11:39.111+00:00Protect The InnocentTonight has been absolutely hilarious. I'm not drunk; just slightly tipsy. And noone else needed looking after. Ergo, a positive night out, oui?Of course, I've been surrounded by middle-aged women:Lady A* - Possibly in her mid-40s, but acts older. Very reserved. Very serious about her job. Apparently, rarely takes up offers of extra-curricular social events. She realised tonight who my mother is.rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-61130749740510224692008-11-13T16:13:00.004+00:002008-11-13T17:08:24.396+00:00The Kids Of TodayThe plan to keep my impending interview quiet at work failed instantly. In my excitement yesterday I'd sent Charlotte a message about it - the biggest mistake imaginable. When I walked into the staff meeting this morning she jumped up and squealed "CONGRATULATIONS!" at me and, of course, I had to explain to the rest of the room why I was celebrating. As there were only the other Teaching rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-65556156084687560822008-11-12T19:05:00.004+00:002008-11-12T19:13:16.972+00:00GoldsmithsI GOT AN INTERVIEW!Now, I know that doesn't mean that I've got a place... But, hell yeah! I GOT AN INTERVIEW! The bad news is that it's next Wednesday and that is rather soon. But I've been preparing for this bad boy for half my life so I'm not panicking.I'm just not sure how publicly I should make known it at work. Charlotte had an interview for Warwick last year and told everyone about it... rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-21592933431594797562008-11-11T20:50:00.003+00:002008-11-11T21:04:52.388+00:00Run, ForestI WENT RUNNING TODAY!!I know that's not normally something to shout about but it's really bloomin' good news as far as I'm concerned!Over the summer I spent a week in the Lake District with the OTC for Adventurous Training (cycling, kayaking, hillwalking, climbing). By the end of the week I was seriously wanging (a term coined by home friends for someone who drags one leg behind them). I didn't rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-91554418517383229002008-11-10T16:07:00.006+00:002008-11-10T17:32:01.926+00:00Remembering.This Sunday I went with my parents to Coventry's Remembrance Parade. I wasn't planning on going, but then I remembered being in Belgium and crying my eyes out as the Last Post played. It hit home again why I'd bought my poppy. I don't wear it as an ostentatious display of patriotism, or to shout "Yay, we won the war aren't we the dog's bollocks" as Alasdair accused 'too many people' of doing. In rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-60008121671271538542008-11-09T21:40:00.004+00:002008-11-09T22:29:55.884+00:00Gunpowder ActionI need to learn to start writing posts when I think about things. When I have time to think to myself (which seems to be a lot of the time), I write some fantastic posts in my head... and then either I forget them, or I cut+paste in so many changes so it becomes a mishmash of everything.I had a lot of time to think on Saturday night.After the shenanigans with Alasdair on Thursday evening, I rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-25514485981734153432008-11-08T00:29:00.002+00:002008-11-08T00:46:00.933+00:00Lonesome.I miss everyone.After last nights 'turmoil' I needed girly chats. I spoke to Crystal on the phone briefly, but Phylli & I kept missing each other. I txt Caroline in Canada. I have a new friend at work, Charlotte. We gossip while we're on lunchtime duty (dinnerlady time), but today I went home for dinner and so we couldn't properly talk. Every time we passed in the corridor she'd tell me she was rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-9038281088019836562008-11-07T20:02:00.000+00:002008-11-07T20:03:00.712+00:00Amdram.I started writing this when I got home last night. I appear to be a more eloquent writer whilst drunk - much like I am a better french-speaker quand je suis ivres. However I also appear to have been pretty angry last night... So this post has been slightly censored, and added to this evening. I know that my writing is pretty open, but that's always been my style...Why did I go and do that?rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-36933607528210371132008-11-06T12:14:00.001+00:002008-11-06T12:14:00.986+00:00ChucklesSo when I was in Liverpool last week, I managed to cram my day with meet and greets. I met (and gret) Ciaran, The Barrister, The LabTech, Griff+Baby, went to a party with the old OTC crowd and stayed at Crystal & Tom's posh flat. It was exhausting, but absolutely worthwhile. Leaving university has left me not only missing those who were nearest and dearest, but those people that were constantly rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-88507552848697344662008-11-05T23:09:00.003+00:002008-11-05T23:13:07.632+00:00OestrogenUgh. I'm thinking confusing (probably hormone-induced) thoughts. Should I? Shouldn't I? Do I? Don't I? Why??I think I know my mind one day, and then the next I go and think something absolutely crazy that seems to make no sense whatsoever. The worst bit is that I'm a terribly impulsive person so I do things and suffer the consequences later. At least it keeps life interesting for me.Oh to be an rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-86369859221371966152008-11-05T15:47:00.005+00:002008-11-05T16:17:27.126+00:00Miss BitchTeaching makes me become such a bitch.It's Wednesday, so I have my lesson (yay!), but today I also had a couple of other mini-lessons with smaller groups making 'Slime' (Cornflour + Water + Food Dye... try it, it's ace). I know my "I'm the teacher" time with the kids is short and sporadic, but when they're with me they genuinely behave impeccably. It makes me go warm and fuzzy inside to think rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com0